of the old porch. This nest held four very 
dainty white eggs that certainly were worth 
seeing. Swifts were flying 
into the chimney, and, I 
have no doubt, were think- 
ing of making a cradle for 
their young some _ place 
down its black throat. On 
the limb of a bush in the 
yard a pair of chipping 
sparrows had all but com- 
pleted their nest of 
fine sticks: and 
horsehair. In the 
old orchard a robin 
was singing, and 
from the woods near 
by the clear, ringing, 
flute-like calls of 
a wood thrush 
reached my ear. 
And then, as if these 
were not quite 
enough to convince Swifts were flying into the chimney 
ay 
